This can wait until after you're done cheering on a bunch of millionaires you've never met

Andy and Trouble's (may he rest in peace) annual license renewals came in on Saturday.  I filled out the forms (one with the "deceased" box checked) and at the same time printed out forms for Dory, Olli, and Nazca.  So I sent back six forms, four rabies certificates, three spay or neuter certificates, and a check.  That is one full envelope.  I weighed it and added extra postage.

While downloading the new forms for the kittenball, I noticed on the county's website that if you have over five domesticated animals at home and you're not a breeder or rescue, you have to get a hobbyist license.  We are *this close* to being crazy cat people.  Between the cats and the dog we have five.  And I've been thinking about getting a puppy.  Ruh roh.

While JD and I were sitting in the dining room this evening, we started hearing a faint regular beeping.  Turns out the carbon monoxide detector I bought back in 2003 has finally quit working.  I think 8 years isn't too bad for a detector, especially since it was an early to market unit.  I went on Amazon and found a replacement that also detects explosive gas.  And it costs ten bucks less than the original unit.  Win!  Now we won't die of bad air OR a massive explosion.  Cool!

I understand that the vast majority of the country is watching the Superbowl this evening.  Luckily for me, I am not married to a pro football enthusiast, so the Superbowl can remain on the fringes of my consciousness.  (However, during college football season I have to vacate the house regularly so he can wear his team colors and shout at the tv.  So it's not all good.)  We are having a standard quiet evening.  Dinner [1], conversation, an episode of the X-Files later [2], and a spot of tea.  I couldn't be happier.



[1] Chicken Tikka with onions and potatoes, and veggie samosas with mango lime chutney.  To die for.

[2] JD had never seen season 1.  I saw it a long time ago, obviously.  It's available on Netflix now.

We watch tv and we hope the dog holds down dinner.

JD and I are watching the X-files, season one.  Neither one of us watched it, back in the day.  We are starting with episode one and moving forward.

It's interesting to note the signs of the 90's.  Hairstyles, clothing, enormous telephones.  Stereotyped characters that weren't a stereotype yet.

The acting is wooden and horrible.  I remember watching later episodes and it wasn't like that, so obviously they got better.  But it's almost hilariously bad right now.

Before the tv watching, JD and I and the dog headed to the vet today.  Doggie has been refusing to eat on alternating days, and she didn't hold food down yesterday or this morning.  First possible diagnoses are pancreatitis or inflammatory bowel disease.   They got a stool sample while we were there and the poor dog is pooping blood and mucous.  Which, ew.  But also very bad.

So now we have anti-nause pills and antibiotic pills, and are waiting on the results of the first battery of tests.  If those don't pan out we have some even more expensive tests to do.  Yay!  Because we were wondering what to do with all of our money.

Oh, in addition to expensive tests we also need to buy expensive food.  Just which expensive food we aren't sure yet, but for the time being it's at least in the low-fat genre, in case of pancreatitis.  Sigh.